“I’ll go to yours if you go to mine.”
“Great! My prom will be at the Convention Center.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Same here. One more thing, it’s a masquerade.”
“Okay. Can’t wait.”
“Well, I’m going to bed. Good night.”
That night, Michael had a dream he was watching a soap opera. One scene took place in a mansion. The living room had a black leather couch, in front of a giant TV. The living room also had a bar.
Michael saw himself enter the living room with Allison, except the camera never showed Allison’s face. Instead, the camera either showed her from behind or from the neck down.
“That was a great party,” Allison said.
“It was,” Michael said. “Wanna drink?”
“Okay. I’ll have a White Russian.”
Allison sat on the couch, while Michael mixed two White Russians.
“I can’t believe Melody and Sarah got a divorce,” Allison said.
“I can’t believe it either,” Michael said.
Michael made his way to the couch with two glasses of White Russians. Allison chugged her White Russian in less than 30 seconds.
“Remind me not to get into a drinking contest with you,” Michael said.
“It was the first drink that I’ve had in a long time,” Allison said.
Michael didn’t say anything. He just nibbled on Allison’s ear. This caused Allison to moan in a sultry tone.
“Wanna go to the bedroom?” Michael asked.
“Uh-huh,” Allison replied.
Michael and Allison got up from the couch and they made their way to the bedroom.